Heh, well--you get the shit kicked out of you and hope to look half as bad as I do, normally.

[He offered Zeke a compliant little shrug, a grin turning at the edge of his bruised cheek.

Thankfully, most of the kicking went to less visible spots. Unfortunately, there were a lot of them. Nobody said Ben's life would be glamorous.]

Guess I can't bitch about a pinch, then.